True Story*

**Lyrics from snippet**

[Verse]

Guess I got the mind of a little man

[Bras] are like women, about how you hit a man

Then she tell a story, this shit kinda bitter man

This is a nut [?], about how you did it man

You never hit, so you feel like a silly man

She never mention the spot that you fillin' in

She keep on tellin' your friends, your head in a spin

You can't even win, your head in a dance

She won't let it in, you spend it on her, she spend it on him

You see a check, then you see a grand

As soon as you speak, I pace as [?]

A face in the sand, a face [?] her man

And ya'll take your pictures, save it a chance

She call you a name, you scratchin' your chin

Like who is this nigga man, who is a [?]

You finally get it, you catchin' ahead

Suckin' your head, I'm far out the wing

And she tried to vent 'bout she wasn't in

How she really good, how she ain't a pimp

Then you take her back, she do it again

The story are, niggas are really a wimp, ey